I’ll never forget the trouble, the utter lostness, the taste of ashes, the poison I’ve swallowed.
I’ll remember it all – oh, how well I remember – the feeling of hitting the bottom.
But there’s one other thing I remember, and remembering, I keep a grip on hope:
God’s loyal love couldn’t have run out, his merciful love couldn’t have dried up.
His love is new – fresh and refreshing – every moment.
How great is your faithfulness!
I’m sticking with God. He’s all I’ve got left.
God proves to be good to the man who diligently seeks, to the woman who passionately waits.
It’s a good thing to quietly hope, quietly hope for help from God.
It’s a good thing when you’re young to stick it out through the hard times.
When life is heavy and hard to take, go off by yourself.
Enter the silence. Lock yourself up in the hiding place.
I don’t run.
I take it all full-face with joy and expectation for greater things; exceedingly and abundantly beyond my imagination.
The “worst” is never the worst.
I am filled with HOPE.
Because he won’t ever walk out and fail to return.
If he works severely, he also works tenderly.
His stockpiles of loyal love are immense.
He takes no pleasure in making life hard.
He makes all things beautiful just in time.
He is making all things work together for my good.
In him I hide and in him I find.